We had a second great night with Mary and Blair in Qtown, toasting marshmallows by an open fire, drinking another couple of bottles of red and listening to Mary belt out a few tunes on the guitar including some rehashed Demitri Martin. We got on the road again headed to the West Coast, and it is finally starting to feel like we are on the road.
We arrive in Haast around 7 and the weather is perfect - nothing like we had been told it would be. We fuel up at a ridiculous $1.76 a litre and head out to a holiday park at Haast beach. Its quiet, calm and aside from the mosquitos its really nice. There is a large group on a bus with matching tents dotted all over the grass, but the camp has a great atmosphere and we settle in for the night.
We make noodles for dinner in the community area, where a bunch of tourists are watching Harry Potter and playing cards. A large tattooed Swedish man is wandering around drinking straight whiskey and chatting with a couple of older guys, who it turns out are from Dunedin as well.
Despite the mossie fight its a great place and we fall asleep with the crash of the waves just outside the camp
